"Yeah. We had Ash back home. He showed up in the spring of my fourth year, and I met him that summer when I went home." The grin isn't checked. He was fool of the best kind. Smart, silly, had the same kind of mouth as her. Got lost in his tech, his music, his PBR's. She appreciated it all. He fit in with the bar, like his was a puzzle piece it'd always been making.

She loved her school, and she loved coming home. They fed into each other. The hunters and the magic. Driving her ever forward and forward to becoming exactly like her Dad. To do exactly what he did, how he did it, as good as she could get to how good he did it. The best grades, even if she had some of the worst reports for what she did in her free time.

"And good on her. You've never looked that bad with a black eye or a broken nose." Yes, that might be a smirk.

She'd seen him on the mend as many times as he'd seen it in her. After the department did the most they could, sent them home.